Your name is Karkat Vantas, and damn is this akward.

Dirk is chuckling at both of your reactions. Dave and you are both glaring furiously at him, which he seems to find pretty amusing. Jegus, is he a weird guy or what? You and Dave get up angrily, both frustrated that you were interrupted. Dirk shrugs and walks down the hallway to his room. Dave offers for you to spend the night since it's already getting late, and tomorrow's a Sunday. You agree and you both retreat to his room. "Do you want to get a shower before we go to bed, Karkat? I have some clothes that you can borrow." Dave offers, walking over to his dresser.

You nod. "Sure." You blush a bit at the thought of wearing Dave's clothes. It seems almost like one of those cliche romcoms, where the girl ends up spending the night and has to borrow the boy's clothes. Only, you're not a girl. Well, at least it's somewhat different, then.

Dave pulls open one of the drawers, drawing out his long sleeved shirt with red sleeves and the broken disk. He then grabs a pair of red pajama pants. "Want some extra underwear, too?" You blush a million different shades of red. "N-NO!" You sputter, grabbing the shirt and pants and making your way to the bathroom. Dave shrugs behind you.

You take a short shower, thinking about various things. Most of those thoughts including Dave, of course. But also...a thought of your family crosses your mind, and you shake it away. You don't want anything to do with them right now. You don't even want to think about them at the moment.

When you get out, you put on Dave's clothes. And holy fuck are they huge on you. His shirt is falling over your shoulder a bit, but at least the pants are staying up, even if they do go down slightly past your feet. You exit the bathroom, drying your hair with a towel. You go into Dave's room. "Hey, where should I put this?" You hold up the towel. Dave shrugs. "Just throw it on the floor for now. I'll toss it into the washer later or something." He's laying on his bed, reading some manga book. You sigh and do as he says. "You might want to finish your page. I'm tired, so the light's going out now." You inform him. He shuts the book. "Nah, go ahead. I've read this book before. Just needed something to do while your cute Vant-ass was in the shower." You glare daggers at him. "I think I prefered Kitkat." He grins. "Glad you've agreed to letting me call you that." You glare harder. "I didn't mean it's okay, I just meant it's better than 'Vant-ass.'" Dave chuckles. "Just turn out the light and get in bed." He slips his shades off and sets them on the end table, scooting closer to the wall to make room for you. You shut the light off and climb into his bed.

The bed was not made for two people, so the two of you have to lay pretty close to each other. Surprisingly enough, though, you manage to fall asleep quickly.

The next morning, or rather, afternoon, you wake up to find that in your sleep, you had buried your face in Dave's chest and are now cuddling against him. What's more, is that when you back up a bit, you see that he's already awake. "Didn't want to wake you up. Damn you look fucking adorable when you sleep, you know that?"

You feel your face heat up for the millionth time. You roll your eyes at him and sit up groggily. One side of the shirt has fallen from your shoulder, so you pull it back up. You both get out of the bed and go to the kitchen to make waffles. Dirk walks into the kitchen as well, requesting waffles for himself as well. Dave agrees and gets out three plates, tossing two onto each one. He puts one plate in the microwave and waits for it to finish before repeating it with the other two plates. He grabs the syrup and you both sit at the table. Dirk puts some syrup on his waffles and heads toward his room.

Dave and you eat in silence for a few minutes. Suddenly, your cell phone rings. You pull it out of your pocket and recognize the number immediately.

You decide whether you want to answer it or not, and finally decide to go ahead.

"What the fuck do you want, Kankri?"

Dave snorts at your greeting, though you doubt he knows who you're talking to. The voice on the other line responds. "Really now, Karkat. That form of greeting could be pontentially very triggering."

You groan. He continues. "But anyways, I called to give you wonderful news. Well, good and bad news."

You pause and take another bite of your food. "What's...the good news?"

"I'm coming to visit you soon."

You just about choke on your waffles. Dave gives you a puzzled look, but you hardly even notice it. "WHAT? Then what the fuck is the bad news!"

"Yes, well. First of all, I would appreciate if you refrained from screaming directly into my ear. Also, that language is quite triggering and-"

"KANKRI." You intterupt him with a warning in your voice. "Ah, right of course. The bad news is...father won't let me come there alone. He'll be coming with me."

You go absolutely silent. "Karkat? Karkat, hello?" Kankri tries to get a response out of you. But your mind is wandering. Your father, the man who never took care of you, the man who has hit you on several occasions over trivial matters, the man that you hate more than anything in the world, is coming to visit you.

Finally, you manage a response. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" It's a quiet response, and Dave gives you a surprised, and concerned look. Kankri sighs. "Oh, Karkat. You must know that he does love you. He's just been through some very rough times, and has been under much stress and all. Really, you should give him a chance, I think this would be good for you."

Your anger finally spills over and you explode on your brother. "GOOD FOR ME? I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK WHAT YOU OR THAT MONSTROCITY OF A BEING THAT YOU CALL A FATHER HAS TO SAY ABOUT WHAT IS FUCKING GOOD FOR ME! WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT'S GOOD FOR ME? YOU WERE NEVER EVEN FUCKING HOME TO SEE THE WAY HE ACTED AROUND ME! AND YOU WANT TO FUCKING BRING HIM HERE!? I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE BRING THAT MAN WITHIN A HUNDRED MILES OF ME, OR SO HELP ME, I WILL FUCKING FLIP OUT MORE THAN I AM RIGHT NOW! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME, FUCKASS?"

Dave is gaping at you, obviously very confused. Dirk has cracked his door, standing in the hallway to inspect the ruckus. Kankri draws in an exasperated breath. "Karkat, please calm down. I really had no idea you felt that way about him."

You go silent again for a few moments before speaking quietly again. "Kankri. Please tell me that you are not already on your way here."

Kankri pauses. "Well, no...we are actually already in town..."

At that sentence, you have reached your limit. You hang up on him, unable to continue that conversation. You can hear your heart hammering in your ears and you slam your phone on the table, suddenly feeling unable to eat anything. You stand up and pace around a few times, Dave and Dirk watching in silent confusion. Dirk slides slowly back into his room, leaving Dave to deal with what's going on.

Dave stands up and walks over to you, his shades still off, and a concerned expression adorning his face. You hardly notice him, pacing back and forth frantically, trying to think of what to do. Thoughts are rocketing through your head right now, making everything a jumbled mess. Your father will certainly be dissapointed in your lack of success. He wants you to go into polotics, but you don't want to do that. He tends to be violent towards you, and when he gets angry enough, he becomes even more so. What's worse, is that he's a major homophobe. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you are in such deep shit. Why the fuck would Kankri bring that man here? You feel like curling up into a ball and dissapearing, which would probably make your father quite happy.

You jump out of your skin as Dave's hand touches your shoulder catiously. You look at him, and hug him, needing comfort. He hugs you back, not needing to ask what's wrong at the moment, only wanting to be there for you.

And it is there, in his arms, that you begin to cry.

AN: There you go. Two chapters today for you lovelies, to make up for lack of updates for a while there. Again I say, sorry for that. ;w;